"You want to go out somewhere today?" Boyd asked Frankie as she was propped up in bed while she feed Imogen.
"Somewhere that's not just the heath?" The sarcasm dripping from Frankie's voice.
"You'd been home a day, Imogen was only four days old, I didn't want either of you out long, especially when it was cold." His head resting of the nursing pillow beside Imogen's as he looked up at Frankie.
"I'm not arguing with you, especially not with you lying like that." Her hands stroking over the two heads full of hair in front of her. "She has the same colour hair as you when we first met." Frankie's fingers brushing Boyds now grey hair off his face.
"She does, but then again her mother has brown hair as well so it was pretty much a given she'd have brown hair, and probably brown eyes to match." Looking deep into Frankie's brown eyes as he spoke.
"I think she's done with breakfast. You want to take her while I get washed and ready?" Boyd Sitting up instantly and reaching for his daughter.
Frankie didn't even bother trying to put herself right, she just climbed out of bed and stripped her nightshirt off. Boyd stood watching Frankie, Imogen nested against his chest with her head on his shoulder. She was stood in just her underwear, a huge pair of granny pants as Frankie liked to call them and a half fastened maternity bra, one boob in, one hanging out. Frankie removed the bra and threw it in the laundry hamper, turning her head to look at Boyd when she felt his eyes on her. She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Wow, when did they become so, so, so, wow." Boyds eyes fixed on her cleavage.
Frankie couldn't help but laughing as she looked down at her now rather huge boobs.
"About three days after your daughter was born, they blew up over night. Now, if you done staring I'm going for a shower." Going to move past Boyd as she headed out the bedroom.
Boyd stopped her, his hand gripping her wrist stopping her going any further. He tugged her with him as he moved to the Moses basket, letting go of her just long enough so he could place Imogen down. When Imogen was tucked up he turned back to face her, taking her hands in his. He linked their hands together, pulling her close until her boobs brushed against his chest. He saw her trying to suppress the shiver that ran through her body at the very light contact between them.
"Have they always been that sensitive?" Taking deep breaths in and out so his shirt grazed over her nipples.
"God no, and this is so unfair." Sucking in a deep breath which only made the contact between them more tortures.
"I'm sorry, it's just we haven't been this close since the day before Imogen was born." Letting go of her hands as he trailed his fingers up her arms, stopping as they reached her shoulders.
He made patterns on her shoulders with his fingertips, moving them further up to her neck, then finally he was cupping her face. He leaned closer, giving her time to stop him before he placed his lips gently against hers. He didn't move, just savoured the feeling of her lips against his again. Frankie wasn't so patient, her restrain snapping after five seconds. One of her hands slid up his back as she pulled him closer, the other going to his head so she could hold him to her. The gently, slow kiss Boyd had started soon became heated, Frankie moaning into Boyds mouth as he nipped her bottom lip with his teeth.
Frankie was the first to pull away, her lips red and swollen from the heated kissing session.
"This is so unfair." Frankie said resting her head against Boyds chest, sliding her arms down to his waist so she didn't break the contact between them.
Boyd let his arms slide slowly down Frankie's body, feeling her push closer to him. She could feel his erection digging against her stomach, the fact he was as sexual keyed up as she was making her not feel so bad.
"I thought you were getting a shower so we could go out?" Resting his head on top of hers.
"Yeah, and you need a clean shirt now." Smirking as she stepped back to reveal two wet patches where her boobs had been pressed against him.
Boyd looked down, pulling at his shirt so he could see the front properly.
"Lucky I love you then isn't it." Letting go of the shirt and seeing Frankie smirk again.
Frankie walked away, Boyd watching her go until she shut the bathroom door behind her. He looked down into the moses basket at their sleeping daughter, then down at his shirt, shaking his head as he started to undo the buttons. He heard the shower switch on as he pulled his shirt off, throwing it in the laundry basket as he went to his wardrobe. He pulled out a clean shirt and got ready, hearing the water still running in the bathroom.
"Come on baby girl, let's go make mum some breakfast." Picking up the Moses basket and carrying it through to the kitchen.
Imogen slept while Boyd made breakfast. Pancakes, coffee and cereal were all laid out on the table waiting for Frankie when she came in from the bedroom. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that she bought early in her pregnancy, when her bump was just starting to show. She knew it took time to get that pre baby body back, if you ever got it back at all, but she was trying and that was enough for her. The tops Mel had bought her were now becoming firm favourites, both having perfect access for feeding Imogen. Today's was red, a colour Boyd had picked when he saw how much she loved the ones Mel had bought.
"Awww, you made breakfast. I can't remember the last time we sat down to breakfast like this." Standing on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek before sitting down.
"We have two and half weeks left to enjoy this, let's make the most of it." Sitting down beside her at the table.
Breakfast was ate in silence, Boyd glancing between Frankie and the Moses basket. Frankie was on her second coffee when Boyd started to clear the dishes away.
"I need to make a phone call, back in five minutes." A huge smile on his face as he left the room.
Frankie finished her coffee in silence, perplexed by Boyd being so cheerful. She had just washed her cup and was drying her hands when Boyd came back in, still grinning like a fool.
"How much stuff does a baby need for a few night away?" The question making frown.
"I don't know, she's a week old, I've never taken her away." Her answer honest if not very helpful.
"Okay then, how about we find out how much stuff a baby needs for a couple of nights away from home, and we can pack our stuff while we're there." His smile seeming to grow as Frankie went speechless.
"Are you serious? Actually away, as in not staying here in London?" A mix of surprise and excitement in Frankie's voice as she asked.
"That's the normal meaning of going away, Frankie. Has it been that long you've forget what it means?" Making a joke as Frankie just looked at him.
"Now you mention it, it has been years. More years than I care to remember." Coming to stand in front of Boyd in the kitchen doorway.
"We better get packed before Holly wakes up. Then, as soon as she's feed and changed we can get going." Wrapping his arms around Frankie's waist and kissing her forehead.
"Good point, she been down nearly two hours already." Looking at the sleeping baby and smiling.
An hour later the car was loaded, the boot full of nappies, bags of clothes and the moses basket and stand.
"You going to tell me where we're going then?" Frankie standing behind Boyd as he sat at the kitchen table coffee in hand.
"Nope, kind of spoils the meaning of a surprise if you know." Tilting his head up to look at Frankie.
Frankie came right up behind him, kissed the tip of his nose then rested her chin on his shoulder, her cheek rubbing his as she tried to worm the location of the stay out of him.
"Frankie Wharton, you know me better than that, I will not be blackmailed, no matter how much I love you doing that to my neck." Tilting his head a little so Frankie could have better access to his neck.
Frankie continued to lick and nibble on Boyds neck, making sure she got his pulse point with her tongue. Boyd was just about to admit defeat when a small whimper came from the Moses basket.
"Saved by the bell." Boyd righting his head as Frankie stood up.
Frankie picked Imogen up and went into the living room, getting settled on the settee so she could feed the baby. Once she had Imogen feeding happily she turned to look at the living room door, knowing she would find Boyd their watching her. She could tell he was wrestling with his thoughts, probably from the past judging by the look on his face.
"Come sit down and tell me what's going on in that head of yours, Boyd." Patting the settee next to her.
Boyd sat down, wringing his hands together as he had no idea what he was doing or what he was going to say.
"I forgot how beautiful it was watching a mother and baby bond." Looking between Frankie and the baby. "You're a natural at this whole baby thing, I'll never understand what you were so worried about." Seeing Frankie do a swift and effective side change without Holy screaming.
"You know me, if I can put it off, or deflect it, I will. Now I have no choice, she has no choice." Looking into baby Holly's dark blue eyes.
"You are a perfect mother, Frankie, and I love you." Leaning over Imogen's head to kiss Frankie.
Imogen took her sweet time deciding she was full. She would slow down feeding, or she would stop all together, only for Frankie to try and removed her and all hell to break loss. Nearly an hour after Holly first woke up she was feed, changed and back asleep in her car seats.
Boyd picked the car keys up, passing them to Frankie as she picked the car seat. Frankie opened the car and Boyd strapped the car seat in, Frankie sliding in beside it when Boyd shut the other door. Frankie was now a backseat passenger, and she wasn't impressed about it. Like having a baby stopped you from driving.
"You ready in the back?" Boyds asking as he looked in the rear view mirror.
"Ready as we'll ever be." Frankie grinning as Boyd put the car in gear and pulled away from the huge townhouse.
Their first trip away as a family, Frankie first trip away with Boyd since nineteen eighty-four. A day for making memories.